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Lucian rose from his place, easily standing over the man with his full height. Lucian might not have been a Knight for all his life yet he grew like one of the Nobility. It was only clear to him more as he was easily a head taller than the man who began to look meek under his gaze.
“Do not make another step towards me, <span class="mu-i">Peasant</span>.” Lucian made sure to accent his words as an attempt to stamp into the head of the other what his desire was, “This is my weapon, forged in the Grey Mountains by the hands of a Dwarfen Runesmith. Someone like you cannot understand the power that a Runesmith placed into the weapon.”
“But-”
“I am doing this for your own safety as well as all upon this vessel.” Lucian admitted as he gave a glare at the puggy face of the fool, “I seem to value your life more than you yourself do. Morr will not take you today, so leave.”
There was a sudden sneer upon the face of the man who had been so thoroughly rejected by Lucian. He showed his back to the Knight but kept up a series of glances as to keep his eyes upon Lucian and the weapon.
The fool was trouble.
The Black Knight made his way back to his room. There he could see the worn out Adok rolling amongst the cart as Truffles ate some hay that they gathered from Marienburg. The white haired donkey looked happy eating. If the donkey had any issues walking across the entire continent then Lucian did not see it in those eyes. If it remembered his home was another fact he did not know. It has been a long while.
Glancing over Lucian saw in one corner the large form of Bok sleeping. Well, Lucian guessed the Kroxigor was sleeping but it looked more like a statue lying on the floor. No real movements, it even looked like it had stopped breathing. Looking above its head was the Skink, a small flow of magics dancing across his hands as he focused on
“Tee-Nee-Tyny.” Lucian said somewhat formally, “Can you, uh, see if there are magical things on the ship. I just had a meeting with an odd man and wanted to make sure he was not some foul omen or worse.”
The Skink opened an eye towards Lucian for a moment, “Warmblood suspects treason upon this watercraft?”
“Yes, I do.” Lucian said simply. Really why wouldn’t he expect trouble, he does tend to find things that bring ruin.
